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rr. ii.] hymns. 545,
HYMNS FOR THE LORD’S SUPPER.
545.
Glorying in the. Cross.
A T thy command, our dearest Lord,
Here we attend thy dying; feast;
Thy blood like wine adorns thy board.
And thine own flesh feeds ev’ry guest,
bur faith adores thy bleeding love.
And trusts for life in one that died ;
We hope for heav’nly crowns above
From a Redeemer crucified.
Let the vain world pronounce its shame.
And fling their scandals on thy cause }
We come to boast our Saviour’s name.
And make our triumphs in his cross.
With joy we tell the scoffing age
(He that was dead has left his tomb.
He lives above their utmost rage,
(And we are waiting till he come.
546.
The Memorial of our absent Lord. John xvi.
Luke xxii. IQ. John. xiv. 3.
TESUS is gone above the skies,
” Where our weak senses reach him not;
And carnal objects court our eyes
To thrust our Saviour from our thought.
He knows what wand’ring hearts we have
Apt to forget his lovely face;
And to refresh our minds he gave
These kind memorials of his grace.
The Lord of life this table spread
(With his own flesh and dying blood;
We on the rich provision feed,
| (And taste the wine, and bless the God.
HYMNS FOR THE LORD’S SUPPER.
545.
Glorying in the. Cross.
A T thy command, our dearest Lord,
Here we attend thy dying; feast;
Thy blood like wine adorns thy board.
And thine own flesh feeds ev’ry guest,
bur faith adores thy bleeding love.
And trusts for life in one that died ;
We hope for heav’nly crowns above
From a Redeemer crucified.
Let the vain world pronounce its shame.
And fling their scandals on thy cause }
We come to boast our Saviour’s name.
And make our triumphs in his cross.
With joy we tell the scoffing age
(He that was dead has left his tomb.
He lives above their utmost rage,
(And we are waiting till he come.
546.
The Memorial of our absent Lord. John xvi.
Luke xxii. IQ. John. xiv. 3.
TESUS is gone above the skies,
” Where our weak senses reach him not;
And carnal objects court our eyes
To thrust our Saviour from our thought.
He knows what wand’ring hearts we have
Apt to forget his lovely face;
And to refresh our minds he gave
These kind memorials of his grace.
The Lord of life this table spread
(With his own flesh and dying blood;
We on the rich provision feed,
| (And taste the wine, and bless the God.
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